How inadequate it would be for me to say you have been well worth the wait. Human beings feel this loneliness bone-deep, a great hunger a yearning to feel the greatest experience, the right mating of body and heart.

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How inadequate it would be for me to say you have been well worth the wait. Human beings feel this loneliness bone-deep, a great hunger a yearning to feel the greatest experience, the right mating of body and heart.
Perhaps the purest substance of human light is concentrated in art itself. Abstract the essence of every book.
The human soul needs to be cared for. Logic might not know the necessities of love.
Women risk their health and suffer painful effect for an obsession on plastic surgery and bodies of beauty, to be a breeding stock in human courtship.
The strength human beings have is extraordinary.
The sound of laughter is beyond words, reminding us we are human.
A kind life is generosity, and belief in the human obligation to try a little more.
The living human is cursed hustled along middle-aged, middle income stomping along but alive. Manufactured flesh and smile.
Who knows anything about life? The human body is merely a mechanism. Life is electricity, running vital substance in these bodies.
Nothing is more painful to the human mind than the feeling which follow love seized away. No one could love more than I love.